I am neither a philosopher nor a theologian, but I regard self-hatred as among the gravest of sins. Self-hatred is a poisoning of the mind and soul – a rejection of the divine spark within all individuals and the denial of a loving, personal God. At its core, self-hatred opens a vast chasm between the individual and the Divine, which inspires metaphysical confusion.
Unable to recognize themselves as creations of a loving and personal Creator, individuals consumed by self-loathing wander through nihilistic deserts devoid of inherent morality, intrinsic values, and objective meaning. Finding oases of pleasure amongst the dunes is the only chance the self-loathing have at survival. The pleasure oases provide the self-loathing with the only meaning left available to them, and it is in these places the self-hating congregate.
Satiating base instincts and desires dulls the pain but fills not the void. To alleviate this, the self-hating have turned their energies to alchemy. They have transmuted their lead-hatred into golden-love and have drawn up magnificently misguided desert reclamation plans. Their ultimate goal is the creation of an expansive and unified oasis of pleasure in which no one will ever again suffer the outrage of the harsh desert wind.
The establishment of this utopia has become the new religion, one demanding sacrosanct selflessness and sacrifice to the altar of Mankind. The indoctrinated masses worship the new idol with altruistic devotion, lulled by the promise that it will make angels and love-hating, impersonal gods of them all.
In the distance beyond the desert, the chasm grows ever wider all the while.
Unable to recognize themselves as creations of a loving and personal Creator, individuals consumed by self-loathing wander through nihilistic deserts devoid of inherent morality, intrinsic values, and objective meaning. Finding oases of pleasure amongst the dunes is the only chance the self-loathing have at survival. The pleasure oases provide the self-loathing with the only meaning left available to them, and it is in these places the self-hating congregate.
Satiating base instincts and desires dulls the pain but fills not the void. To alleviate this, the self-hating have turned their energies to alchemy. They have transmuted their lead-hatred into golden-love and have drawn up magnificently misguided desert reclamation plans. Their ultimate goal is the creation of an expansive and unified oasis of pleasure in which no one will ever again suffer the outrage of the harsh desert wind.
The establishment of this utopia has become the new religion, one demanding sacrosanct selflessness and sacrifice to the altar of Mankind. The indoctrinated masses worship the new idol with altruistic devotion, lulled by the promise that it will make angels and love-hating, impersonal gods of them all.
In the distance beyond the desert, the chasm grows ever wider all the while.
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